Текст песни mattea kathy - Seeds
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(Pat Alger/Ralph Murphy)Sometimes I stop on my way homeAnd watch the children playAnd I wonder if they wonderWhat they`ll be somedaySome will dream a big dreamAnd make it all come trueWhile others go on dreamingOf things they`ll never doWe`re all just seedsIn God`s handsWe start the sameBut where we landIs sometimes fertile soilAnd sometimes sandWe`re all just seedsIn God`s handsI saw a friend the other dayI hardly recognizedHe`d done a lot of livingSince I`d last looked in his eyesHe told his tale of how he`d failedThe lessons he`d been taughtBut he offered no excusesAnd he left me with this thoughtWe`re all just seedsIn God`s handsWe start the sameBut where we landIs sometimes fertile soilAnd sometimes sandWe`re all just seedsIn God`s handsAs I`m standing at a crossroads once againI`m reminded we`re all the same when we beginAnd in the end...We`re all just seedsIn God`s handsWe start the sameBut where we landIs sometimes fertile soilAnd sometimes sandWe`re all just seedsIn God`s handsWe`re all just seedsIn God`s hands